Page 11 of The Year of Us: May

“Are they watching me because I’m new or because I’m with you?”

I forced myself to hold his gaze and tried to feign a confidence I didn’t currently feel. “I imagine it’s both. I’ve scened with plenty of people here, but I’ve never brought someone with me before.”

I held out my hand and waited for him to take it. “Come on, I want to show you around.”

“You don’t bring men home. You don’t bring men here. I’m starting to feel a little special, Cory.” Reese’s voice had a rough quality to it that might have been the burn of whiskey… or the sting of strangled emotions.

“You should feel special.” I stopped and looked him in the eyes. “You should.”

Reese tore his gaze away first. “Show me the playrooms.”

I knew my grin was feral, but I didn’t try to hide my pleasure from him. I wanted him to witness how much I liked having him here. How excited I was to share parts of my life with him. Everything we shared so far had been on his turf, so it was nice, though a bit strange, to have him on mine.

I showed him to the playrooms. There were a few with closed doors, indicating private play in progress. One room had a couple post-scene, curled up on the couch in the corner, sharing a rather intimate-looking kiss.

The next room was pay dirt. A crowd was gathered to watch a sounding demonstration. The sub, who wasn’t familiar to me, was strapped down to a chair, his legs parted wide, arms tied behind his back. His cock stood straight up like a goal post. His skin was slick with sweat and lube as his Dom slowly fucked his urethra with a slim, straight sounding rod.

I pulled us into the room and off to the side where we could get a good view. I let Reese watch the action, but it was him I had my sights set on. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly like a parched man wishing for water. Reese looked thirsty.

Never would I ever push Reese into submitting to me, but it was moments like this and expressions like the one he wore right then—naked hunger, yearning, curiosity, want—it was those looks that made me ache to have him on his knees and at my mercy.

I watched some of the rest of the demonstration, but mostly I studied Reese and the way his chest rose and fell with increasing frequency as the scene dragged on and the submissive became more and more desperate.

Sliding in behind Reese, I wrapped my arms around his waist. My drink still dangled from one hand, but I could multitask. Reese being slightly taller than me was a bit of a disadvantage, but I made it work by dragging the collar of his shirt to the side and pressing a kiss on the freshly exposed skin.

“Would you let me do that to you one day, Reese?”

Reese made a noise that might have been a yes, and it might have been a fuck you. He was so flustered it was impossible to tell.

“Look how pretty he is, Reese. I know you like the way he looks. The way he takes whatever is dished out. He’s pretty, but you’d be magnificent. Stunning.” I kissed the back of his neck and slid my hand under his shirt, splaying my fingers across his belly. “I’ll never ask you to do anything you’re not ready for, Reese. So if you want that, if you want to be on your knees for me, you have to ask for it. I have to know you want it.”

I let my hand trail lower until it settled on the rock hard bulge in his pants.

“You’ve been so good for me today, Reese. Can I thank you for coming all this way to see me?” I posed the question as I tugged at the button of his pants, popping it loose so I could tug the fly down and tuck my hand into his briefs.

“Can I?” I asked again, wondering if somewhere between the slender sounding rod and the big, fat one the sub currently struggled to take, if Reese had lost his power of speech.

“Yes.” Reese turned his head and looked at me, his gaze fiery and intense. “Cory, please.”

CHAPTER8

Reese

The man could undome with a single word, a single touch, and as he curled his hand around my somehow hard again cock, I came apart entirely.

He’d offered me the gift of his dominance, never pushing me to a point it was impossible to return from. He teased me with the delights that could be mine if I would just trust him enough to give him the lead, and when I ran back in the other direction, he obediently followed after. Though it had come with little fanfare, displaying his patience, Cory had offered me his own submission. I’d almost missed the forest for the trees, but when he spoke so gently to me as he tied those silk bonds around my wrists, I’d seen it for what it was.

I’d seen him for who he was.

And now I saw a couple in front of us, one naked and one not, but both of them bound together, though with different kinds of restraints. The man in the chair was as still as a I imagined a sounding rod down the shaft would allow him to be, but the deepest and most primal moans continued to tumble out of his mouth. His partner fucked his slit with that thin, steel sound, laughing and smiling as cum trickled out of his dick and raced down the length of his shaft.

Instead of giving the man a reprieve, he pulled out the sound and replaced it with a thicker one. The moans turned to grunts and groans, his body putting up more of a fight while not even really fighting at all.

“What is the most appealing part of it?” Cory whispered in my ear, his hand pulling lazy strokes up my shaft. “I can’t imagine it’s the sounding itself.”

“The submission,” I admitted. “The trust.”

Cory hummed a grateful, if not wounded, noise just below my ear. “That is something, isn’t it?”